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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.