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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The Index,
Nico,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.