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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.