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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
UT,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
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.