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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.