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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.