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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.