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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.