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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.