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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.