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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.