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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.