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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.