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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Can to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.