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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
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.