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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.