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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Can,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.