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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Pole,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.