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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.