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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scientists 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Index,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.