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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.