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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.