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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.