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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.