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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.