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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Wire,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.