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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.