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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Q65,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.