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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.