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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.