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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.