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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.