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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.