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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.