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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.