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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.