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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.