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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.