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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.