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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.