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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.