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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.