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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
JFA,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.