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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.