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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.