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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.