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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Crime,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.