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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.