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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.