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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.