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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.