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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.