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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Aswad,
The Names,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.