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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.