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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.