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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.