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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.