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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.