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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.