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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Saints,
Monks,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.