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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
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.