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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.