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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.