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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.