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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.