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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.