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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.