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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.