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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.