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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.