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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
ABC,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.