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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.