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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.