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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.