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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Black Flag,
the Association,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Nico,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.