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 Latvia and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.