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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.