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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.