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 Bolivia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Index,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.