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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.