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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
DNA,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.