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 Japan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.