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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.