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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.