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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.