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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Pole,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.