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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.