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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.