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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.