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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.