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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.