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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.