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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Nas,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.