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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
X-102,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.