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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.