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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.