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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Liliput to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.