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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.