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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.