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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.