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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.