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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.