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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.