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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.