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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.