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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.