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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.