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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.