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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.