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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.