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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.