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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.