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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.