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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.