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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.