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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.