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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.