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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.