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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Television,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.