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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.