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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Technova,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.