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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.