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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.