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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.