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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Roxette,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.