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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.