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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.