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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.