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 United States 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.