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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.