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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.