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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.