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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
the Association,
ABBA,
Erasure,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.