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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.