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 Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.