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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.