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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Lalann,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.