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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
UT,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.