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 Norway and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.