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 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.