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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.