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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.