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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.