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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.