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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.