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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.