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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.