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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.