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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.