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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
UT,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.