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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.