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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Wings,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.