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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Technova,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.