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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.