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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.