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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds 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 jazz 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Wings,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.