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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.