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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.