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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Smog,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.