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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.