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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.