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 France 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.