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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.