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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Slits,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.