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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.