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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.