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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.