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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Technova,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.