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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
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.