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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
JFA,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.