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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Suicide,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.