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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.