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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.