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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.