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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Slave,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.