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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.