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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.