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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.