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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.