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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.