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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Gong,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.