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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.