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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.