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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.