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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.