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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.