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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.