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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.