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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.