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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Neu!,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.