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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.