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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.