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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Deakin to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.