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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.