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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Index 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.