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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Pole,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.