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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.