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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.