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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.