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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.