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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.