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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.