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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.