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 Mali 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.