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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.