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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.