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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.