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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.