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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.