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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.