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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.