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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.