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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.