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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.