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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fear to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.