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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.