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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Pylon,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.