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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Technova,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.