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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.