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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Japan,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.