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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.