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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.