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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.