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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.