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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.