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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.