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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.