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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.