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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gong to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.