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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
DNA,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.