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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.