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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.