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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Qualms,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.