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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.