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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Zapp,
X-101,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.