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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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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.