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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.