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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.