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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Can,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.