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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.