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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.