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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.