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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.