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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.