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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.