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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Swans,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.