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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Nico,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.