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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.