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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.