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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
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.