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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.