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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Monks,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Faust,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.