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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.