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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.