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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.