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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.