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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.