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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.