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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.