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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.