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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.