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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Index 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.