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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.