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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
This Heat,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Move,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.