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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.