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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.