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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.