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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.