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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.