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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Television,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.