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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Darondo,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.