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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Television,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.