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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.