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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.