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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.