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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.