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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.