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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Main Source,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.