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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.