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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.