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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
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.