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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.