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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Nico,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.