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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.