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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.