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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.