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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.