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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.