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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.