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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.