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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.