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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Aswad 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.