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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.