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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
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.