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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.