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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.