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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.