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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.