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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.