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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.