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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.