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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.