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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.