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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.