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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.