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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.