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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.