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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.