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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.