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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
June Days,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.