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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Interpol,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.