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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Technova,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.