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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.