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 Greece 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.