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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.