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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.