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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.