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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.