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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.