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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Names,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.