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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Monolake,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.