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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Names,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.