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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.