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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.