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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.