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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.