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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.