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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.