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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.