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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.