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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.