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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.