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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.