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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.