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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.