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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.