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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
ABBA,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.