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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Index,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.