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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.