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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.