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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.