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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.