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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.