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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.