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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.