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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Victims,
June Days,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.