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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
CMW,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.