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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.