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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.