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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.