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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
MC5,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.