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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.