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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Monks,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.