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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.