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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.