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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.