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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.