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 France and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.