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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.