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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.