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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.