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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.