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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.