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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scion,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.