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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.