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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.