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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.