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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.