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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.