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 Yemen and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Wings,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.