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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.