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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.