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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.