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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.