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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Magma,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.