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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.