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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.