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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.