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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.