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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.