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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.