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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.