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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.