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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.