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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.