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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.