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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.