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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.