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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.