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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Shoche,
the Swans,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.