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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.