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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
MC5,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.