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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Jandek,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.