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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.