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 Malta and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Visage,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.