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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.