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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.