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 Libya 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.