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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.