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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.