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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.