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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
DNA,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.