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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.