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 Australia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.