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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Pole,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.