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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.