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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
AZ,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.