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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.