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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.