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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.