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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.