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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
X-102,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
June of 44,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.