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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.