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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.