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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.