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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.