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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.