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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Oblivians 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.