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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.