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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.