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 India and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Scion,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.