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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.