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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.