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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.