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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.