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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.