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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.