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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.