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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.