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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.