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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.