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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.