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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.