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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.