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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.