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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.