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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.