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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.