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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.