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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.