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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.