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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Moebius,
X-102,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.