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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Slave,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.