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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.