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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
EPMD,
Gong,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.