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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.