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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
CMW,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.