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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.