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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.