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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.