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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.