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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Monks,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.