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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.