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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.