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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.