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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
the Germs,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.