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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.