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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.