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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.