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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
John Lydon,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.