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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Technova,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.