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 Solomon Islands 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.