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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.