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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.