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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.