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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.