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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
June Days,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.