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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.