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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
PIL,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.