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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.