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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.