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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.