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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.