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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.