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 Angola 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Japan,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.