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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.