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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.