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 Belize and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.