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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.