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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.