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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.