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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.