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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.