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 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Can,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.