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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.