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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Erasure,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.