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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.