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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.