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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.