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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.