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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Visage,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.