Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.