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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.