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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.