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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.