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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.