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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.