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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.