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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 World's Most to the rock 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.