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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.