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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.