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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.