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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.