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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.