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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.