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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.