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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
DNA,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.