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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.