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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.