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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
ABC,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.