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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.