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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.